100 Bars Lyrics is a rap of BabyTron. The song was released on 6 June, 2023. Damjonboi is the producer of this classy song. The director of the song is Cole Bennett. BabyTron is its writer and the music video is available on YouTube channel.
100 Bars Lyrics by BabyTron
[Part I] [Intro] Bitch, yeah, let me count for y'all [Verse] One of one, it ain't no duplication of my DNA Two hoes, one a scammer, other one a CNA Three, two, one, shit, I'm finna give a PSA Four bullets holes into your cape, I catch you bein' brave Five seconds left up on the clock, I'm hittin' buzzer beaters Six bars for twenty-K, I just knocked out another feature Seven seas how I'm drippin', I create sauce Tell the opps, I'm last one in the hole just like a 8-ball 9-1-1, call them bastards, firе in the booth Ten out of ten timеs, can tell a liar from the truth It's eleven-eleven, you better make a wish At eleven, I turn thirteen like twelve ain't exist Catch me hoppin' out your bushes, it's Friday the 13th (We'll turn your block to Crystal Lake) Fourteen grams, use my wrist and turn it to a zip Cuddy just made fifteen in a day, he servin' in the sticks Sweet sixteen of the Wocky, I'ma break the bracket The Glocky hold a seventeen today, I played it standard (I ain't wanna stick out in public) If the eighteen wheeler make it back, just know I'm rubber band man, just like David Banner I was nineteen with a plan, but they ain't understand 20/20 vision off the shrooms, I'm in Wonderland Lil' brodie steady clutchin', he a savage, twenty-one Twenty-two, I tote the deuce, deuce, this bitch a tummy tuck Twenty-three, it gotta be my jersey number, bitch, I'm G.O.A.T Twenty-four, I ball like Kobe, in the clutch, bitch, it's the up Twenty-fifth of December, that's the type of gift that I am Twenty-six different ways to do fraud, must forget that I scam Scrumble touch down with twenty-seven like he Eddie George Actin' like he sellin' twenty-eights, how much you bet he poor? On the twenty-ninth, he gettin' fired because dawg a temp Hustle that's instilled in me, could score a thirty off the bench Thirty-one, he rollin' Reggie, sippin' Miller Lite Opps say they got thirty, I tote thirty-two 'cause it's on sight Thirty-three, I pour a three then double back, I'm finna fly Thirty-four people in front of you, you gotta sit in line Thirty-five, rollin' up Durantulas, these three fives Why your wrist on thirty-six? You know you lookin' weak, guy It's thirty-seven different reasons I can't stop hustlin' Up the .38 and hit his top, hell nah, we not tustlin' Why you tryna beef with me, like ain't you thirty-nine? Shooter got .40 with a mop for all you dirty guys Forty-one, I'm fadin' off the drugs, I'm finna do the dirt My Audemar a forty-two, like all I had to do was work Forty-three days without drank, the monkey grabbin' on my shirt Forty-four outside, but bitch, I'm sweatin', active off a Perc' Forty-five plus fifty-five, that's me, like add me up, you nerd Paid Habibi forty-six, don't even ask me why he purged They think I play with trick dice, I rolled like forty sevens First forty-eight, you a snitch Forty-nine times out of fifty, I think you would switch Fifty rackies if you never seen that lil' boy, you a shrimp [Verse] Fifty-one lines in, forty-nine to go (Haha, had to switch the beat on 'em) It's fifty-two cards in the deck, I played the ones they gave me Fifty-three, I'm banging fifth thirds, I played the bank so crazy Fifty-four nights on the road This the fifty-fifth day, still goin' strong Fourth and fifty-six, fuck it, gang, I'm goin' long Fifty-seven, five-seven F&N, I'm totin' pole Fifty-eight jacks stacked double like a totem pole Fifty-nine, if he a Jack Ham, them Steelers on his dome (Look him up) It's sixty seconds in a minute, do you use your time wisely? (Do you?) Unky said the first time that he trapped was '61 Sixty-two hundred on my fit, you down to sixty slugs Sixty-three, doubled up the lead, it's like six to three (They ain't finna score again, it's over) Boy, this life shit not a game, this not Nintendo 64 Knock sixty-five times before they let us in the door If it wasn't for the rap, I'd be on Route 66 Or probably have like sixty-seven credit cards in the whip Ocky put a sixty-eight into his dash, he in the ditch (Boom) If they get him in that room, he gon' sixty-nine Cruise control, I got it set at seventy, ain't finna drive Doggy whip a 1971, he movin' ill-advised Seventy-two, I think 'bout seven two and I look in the sky Today's forecast's seventy-three, it's lookin' beautiful I don't gang bang, but know some seven-fours and I can merch on that I-75 to Eight Mile, just the usual You would've thought the spot was seventy-six 'cause all we serve is gas Cuban hit for seventy-seven, Luka Trončić on the Mavs (Mark Cuban, you get it?) Remember ridin' in that shooter, only goin' seventy-eight with both feet on the gas I don't get it, could be seventy-nine, still won't be on my ass Eighty on me, four pockets full, a dub in each one Bro drop a eighty-one like Mamba, please don't be dumb Eighty-two games in the season, I won't miss nada Chain know like eighty-three dance moves, this bitch Sada Drankheads, we done poured eighty fours, Impala (Skrrt, skrrt) Eighty-five, bet I catch the bag like Ocho Cinco (I might as well change my first name to "Chad") We'll nuke yo' block like Chernobyl in '86 You rollin' up some eighty-seven, I can't take a hit Drop a eight, then drop a eight, it's purple when I take a piss Dudie only got eighty-nine likes, why he take that pic? (Corny) I'm on a ninety day grind, shit, God can be the judge Walked in, only threw like ninety ones? You need to leave the club '92 Jordan, catch me scorin' in the clutch Ninety-three in my truck, plus, it's in my blunt 94, hot as hell, I'm dodgin' state troopers If they pull up with a hundred, ninety-five some fake shooters '96 Bulls how we ball, bitch Ninety-seven percent that we tackle 'em, I call, "Blitz" Pieces ninety-eight cents each, but these bitches bussin' Ninety-nine my overall, that ain't shit to go get a bucket Only right we end it here, gon' always keep this shit a hundred [Outro] ShittyBoyz, DogShit Militia
Explanation of the 100 Bars Lyrics:
100 Bars is a rap song by BabyTron, a member of the rap group ShittyBoyz and DogShit Militia. The song showcases BabyTron’s lyrical prowess and wordplay as he delivers a rapid succession of bars. The song lyrics are structured in a unique way, where each line represents a numerical value, counting from one to one hundred.
Throughout the verses, BabyTron incorporates references to his life and experiences. He mentions various numbers, often tying them to specific events or situations. The lyrics touch upon topics such as street life, hustling, drug references, and the rapper’s skills and confidence.
The song demonstrates BabyTron’s energetic delivery, catchy hooks, and his ability to maintain a consistent flow and rhythm. It highlights his unique style within the trap-influenced rap genre. As a member of ShittyBoyz and DogShit Militia, BabyTron is known for his association with the Detroit rap scene and his contributions to the group’s discography.
